I just wrote my prelims schedule on my diary and I realised how little time I have left. I'm not so worried about the lack of time to revise (in any case I really dun have much time for revision, so just pia whatever I can), but the fact that time passes so quickly scares me quite a deal.

I've always thought that I'll be forever stuck in the happy teenage years, so it's quite unbelievable to think that I'll be going to uni next year, be working in a few years' time, be a full-fledged adult (and watch R21 movies heh) in exactly 4 years' time. It's like what used to seem so far away now becomes to close to us, a little too close for comfort to me. I'm pretty happy with what I have now, so I suppose I'll be quite sad when my age hits the 20th mark. That's kinda old, and it restricts you from doing the 45873920938173 happier things you used to do when you were a teen. I dun suppose I'll still go round hitting/ headbutting people when I'm 23 or something people will think I'm siao. Nor can I still open and close my palms right in the face of my colleagues. It's just not right for that age. That's why I dun think I'll enjoy life as an adult.

The photos left me with an unexplainable ache. I think we changed alot, at least I think I changed alot lah (more chio can ahaha). And sometimes I wonder if these changes are good or bad. With these changes we all lose a little of our old selves, a little of what used to be most dear to us and our friends. We have to keep continuing to learn how to grapple with the same different us which left me thinking perhaps it would be good to just remain where we used to be.

Needless to say those photos reminds me how time really passes damn quickly and we are all growing old. Sigh. Soon I'll get married and have kids. Soon I'll be a grandmother. Soon I'll wither and die away.

Today I envisioned myself burning the school and I was cheered up slightly.

Feeling rather agitated today. Shan't bother myself with those nitty gritty things which are quite none of my business.